“The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.” – Arthur C Clarke
Switching news channels these days is bringing more pain than knowledge. I agree, it is important to know what is going on in the world. But not at the cost of my mental peace!
The newspapers are no different. They scream out the horror stories from around the world. Just the other day, one of the news channels was telecasting a video where the police officials of a particular country were ill treating innocent civilians, some of who were really old and frail, to force them into confessing crimes they were not responsible for. They were kicking brutally at the poor civilians who, in their moment of need and desperation, were calling out to God to seek help. But these brutal policemen paid no heed to either their age or their pleas. And that disturbed me deeply. I can’t get the visuals out of mind.
Some other pieces of news that have affected me quite a bit over the past few months…
- a small boy, somewhere in India, burning a puppy alive!
- news about suicide bombing in more than one locations in the world!
- news about a manic serial killer in Maharashtra!
- news about a 14 year old girl and her mother being raped on the highway at night
- news about the curfew in Kashmir
There are so many more things happening in this world…disturbing things. When the news channels flash these things repeatedly, organize debates involving big names who shout relentlessly to make a point (some of which I can barely agree with), speak about these issues in such a disconnected fashion – I feel tense. My heart races as I hear of or see videos of cruel acts against humans and animals and plants alike. I cringe, unable to make sense of or comprehend such behaviour. I cry at times, unable to contain the sorrow.
I ask for the channel to be changed. That’s what I do! I don’t know if that makes you think I’m weak…
But if weakness means being able to absorb someone else’s pain with as much humility as I can and crying with them because I ‘felt’ what they felt, I think there’s a certain charm in weakness!
Speak to me.
Are tears a sign of weakness or of strength?